A/N: I wrote this a while back but have had trouble finding the time to finish it. I am hoping posting it in two parts will inspire me to write the rest quicker

Arya stood before the mirror inspecting herself. She turned a little and frowned. The mirror reflected Aegon moving behind her and she saw him smile widely.

"If I did not know you I would think you vain."

Arya scowled. "You know that is not why I'm looking."

Aegon put his arms around her and Arya leaned back into him. "I know," he murmured. She saw him looking at their reflections and he smiled again, a sort of pleased smile that tugged at her.

"I still can't see properly," she complained.

"You won't see like that." He kissed the top of her head and slid the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. His hand brushed over her belly. "How about now?"

Arya frowned. "Rhaenys was bigger by now."

"You should not compare," he said softly. He moved around in front of her and crouched to kiss her stomach. His hands moved to her hips and he looked up at her.

"I know what you are trying to do."

He kissed her stomach again and his thumb brushed the inside of her hip. She felt her body responding to it and Aegon looked up at her with darkened eyes. He did a good job of tearing his gaze from her breasts but he was no less obvious.

"You just want me to fuck you," Arya retorted.

His face took on an amused expression. "I don't need to lie for that."

The insinuation did not embarrass her. She looked at herself again and ran her fingers lightly through his hair as he hooked his fingers in her panties. She could see the slight swell that would soon become more obvious. Aegon kissed her again and she nodded to him earning a grin.

"Your grandfather obviously isn't getting his way," she observed.

Aegon shook his head as she stepped out of the panties and he stood and began undressing. Arya reached for the buttons on his shirt to help. Aerys did not see the need for Aegon to remain continually by her side now that sharing a bed had no useful purpose. Aerys wanted an ally against Rhaegar and his undermining of Aerys' rule and Aegon was caught in the middle.

"His company is not as enjoyable as yours" Aegon japed.

Arya grinned as he shed his pants and she grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. He followed a little too eagerly and she almost lost her footing when he collided with her and they tumbled onto the mattress. She laughed as he tried and failed to recover his dignity and when he gave her a mock wounded look she began to tickle him. She found it endlessly amusing that a god who was immune to most weapons dissolved into something close to giggling the moment she tickled his stomach. He caught her wrists quickly.

"You torment me," he said breathlessly.

"You make it easy," she shot back.

Aegon let go of her wrists and Arya put her arms around his neck as he kissed her. He nuzzled and kissed her neck and ran his hand along her thigh. He did not waste time and Arya moaned at the feeling of his hands and his mouth at her breasts. She pushed him onto his back and he watched her, kissed her, touched her, worshipped her as she made love to him.

It felt good to simply enjoy one another again. It took her such a long time to conceive that making love had lost a lot of the passion for a time. Arya started out uncertain about having children with a man she was still learning to love. As time passed she knew she wanted them and when Rhaenys endured the entire course of a pregnancy and birthed twins and Arya still was not pregnant, she began to fear that she might never have the family she now wanted so desperately.

It was made worse by his family. Aerys and Viserys viewed her very much as a vessel for children. After a time Rhaegar too questioned Aegon's choice. She is not fertile like her Aunt. Those words wreaked havoc. Arya still remembered the fight between Aegon and his father. Aegon was so angry. Arya had never seen him lose his temper so badly. She sought refuge with Jon and they comforted one another. The callous comment hurt him as much as her. Her brother (Jon would always be her brother) was her confidante. He listened to her uncertainty and held her when she cried.

None of it mattered now. Arya no longer endured the disapproval of the men and the kindness of the women. Elia and Rhaella in particular had tried to console her with stories of their own troubles. It is the men in our family Rhaella confided. It is not your fault. The only person who did not say anything was Aegon's uncle Bloodraven.

He knew.

Arya no longer had to see Aegon try to hide his disappointment. Jon had picked her up and swung her through the air when she told him first. Aegon held her so tightly she almost could not breathe when he heard the news. He showered her with affection before rushing off. When he returned he looked even more joyous.

"We will have a daughter," he proclaimed proudly.

"You went to Bloodraven," Arya said slowly "You know he does not like to speak of what is to come. How long did you nag him for before he gave in to you?"

"I only wanted to be sure you would not come to harm," he said defensively. When she prodded him he looked sheepish. "I did not stop asking until Shiera told my uncle to tell me so I would go away and give them peace."

Arya lay next to Aegon now, her head beside his. His breathing began to slow and his eyelids drooped. He looked so happy. She gave him a poke.

"Don't go to sleep yet."

His eyes snapped open and he gave her a crooked smile and reached for her. "Oh, will it be one of those nights?"

Arya smacked him in the arm. "No stupid, I need to talk to you about something. Dany took me to Oktoberfest."

Aegon's smile disappeared. "She should not have done that."

Arya knew it was a risk but things had changed. Valyria was beautiful and she felt satisfied there for the first few months. The isolation soon set in. Aegon began taking her to places on earth, deserted islands, a desert oasis, once atop a pyramid, places she might never have seen. Arya needed adventures and although Valyria became home she felt confined there. She soon learned she was not the only one.

Arya shook her head. "Dany wanted to go. I had to make sure she did not get in trouble." Arya pulled a face. "Some of the pickup lines they used on her were almost as bad as the one you used on me."

Aegon looked confused. "Pickup lines?"

Arya snorted and did her best imitation of his voice. "I have been watching you Arya, I love you and I'm a god and I want you to love me and live in my immortal world with me."

Aegon blinked at her in a completely clueless way that was equal parts endearing and annoying. "It was all true."

Arya bit her lip. "You are missing the point. It still sounds creepy to a woman who has never met you before."

He smiled at her. "You still came with me."

Arya shook her head. "You got lucky. Besides, I didn't come because of what you said."

He looked thoughtful. "That is true. You really made things difficult. You were a lot of work." He gave her a sly look and caressed her affectionately. "You still are."

Arya hit him again. "Stop teasing me. You are distracting me from what I want to tell you."

It seemed an effort but he resumed a serious expression. "I sense I am not going to like this."

Arya took a deep breath. "Dany has been showing me what is happening down there."

Aegon frowned. "This is Jon's influence on her. She did not care before."

"She always cared" Arya protested "she just didn't feel she could do anything before." She took hold of his hands. "We can do something about the people suffering."

Aegon tensed. "We are sworn not to interfere."

Arya felt anger surge within her. "What is the point of having everything we have, of being able to do what we do, of training as warriors if we see what is happening to them and do nothing!"

Aegon clenched his jaw. "You should not look. I cannot have you risk yourself." His fingers brushed her cheek. "We may be immortal but we can still die. Some of my family died in the uprising."

Arya shook her head. "You forget, I could fight before you met me." She took his hand and put it on her stomach. "You want to raise our daughter as a warrior too. I do not want to bring children into a world that does not care."

Aegon looked tortured. "I care," he protested. "You know me better than that. I broke the rules for you once before."

Arya pressed her body to his and took his face in her hands. She kissed him and when he held her close and responded with passion she knew she would win.

"Will you do it again?" she asked.

He looked at her with doubt in his beautiful purple eyes but he nodded. "It seems I cannot say no to you."